Beacon quenching beauty

In the evening, Song Qingshu practiced his sword in the open space in front of the house.

'Wanyue Chaozong', 'Hundred Birds Chaofeng', 'Breeze Breeze Ridge', 'One Sword Swings Kyushu'...

Wudang swordsmanship is performed one by one. These sword moves are all practiced by him since he was a child. The more he dances, the smoother he is. Although he lacks internal strength, he still has the whistling sword wind. Suddenly, there is a voice from the courtyard gate, "Okay!"

Hearing someone call out Song Qingshu to hold the sword flower and stop, he turned around and said, "Master Zhang, it's fine if Aunt Niu praises my swordsmanship twice, and join in the fun if you have nothing to do."

As soon as Zhang Wuji arrived, he stood at the gate of the courtyard to watch, and walked in when he stopped, "Why can't I praise you? Brother Song, your Wudang swordsmanship is dense and rigorous, and you haven't worked hard for more than ten years. With this appearance, shouldn’t it be a compliment.”

Song Qingshu went into the room with him, and replied, "Others praise me and I deserve it, but Master Zhang, who claims to be number one in martial arts, also praises it? Why does it sound like I'm taunting people?"

Zhang Wuji shook his head again and again, "Where, where, I really appreciate it, otherwise I won't use my internal strength to fight you with a few tricks one day, it will definitely not be as pure as yours."

Song Qingshu has nothing to do all day long, his health has improved a lot recently, and his energy is stronger than before. He is very interested in this proposal, "Okay, then let's practice now."

Zhang Wuji held him back, "Farewell, you have only practiced swordsmanship, let's compete in a few days."

Sit for a while, and when Song Qingshu's breath is almost calm, he will feel his pulse, "Yes, it is much better than last time. The "Nine Yin Manual" is indeed a sacred scripture for healing. In one year, your martial arts will be restored to its original appearance."

Song Qingshu was delighted, "Really?"

"Naturally." Zhang Wuji looked at him with a look of surprise and disbelief, so he turned his wrist and reached out to grab Song Qingshu's shoulder, using the Wudang faction's small grasping hand.

This set of kung fu was also practiced by Song Qingshu since he was a child, and he was familiar with it. Naturally, his shoulders sank, and his left arm made a half circle to twist Zhang Wuji's wrist.Zhang Wuji dodged to the side, and quickly stretched out his other hand again.Use Wudang's small grabbing hand to dismantle him.

Zhang Wuji deliberately didn't use internal strength, and the two of them only relied on the proficiency of moves to confront the enemy. In the end, Zhang Wuji saw that he couldn't dodge Song Qingshu's move of "Double Dragon Grab the Pearl", so he gave a soft drink, parted his arms, and forcibly grabbed Song Qingshu's wrists , It took two successes to trap him and not let him move.

Song Qingshu laughed, "Master Zhang, you don't obey the rules and use your internal strength!"

Zhang Wuji said, "Forget me, Brother Song, look, your current actions are no different from ordinary people's. If you don't use internal force, your moves are faster than mine. After a year, your martial arts will return to its original appearance. There is no problem. "

"You let me do it on purpose. I've practiced this set of grappling hands for more than ten years. How long have you been practicing? Naturally, I'm not as fast as I am." Having said that, I was still happy in my heart, and the corners of my mouth couldn't help but rise.

Aunt Niu came out with a large bowl of fragrant stewed pork vermicelli. Seeing Zhang Wuji and Song Qingshu wrestling together in strange poses, both of them had very good expressions, especially Song Qingshu, who had never seen him smile so brightly before. Yun Kaichu Ji, with a beautiful face, couldn't help being stunned, stood on the spot for a while and stared stupidly, feeling that his hands were extremely hot, and then remembered that he was still carrying the food, quickly put it on the table, and said hello, "The meal is ready, eat, eat!"

Zhang Wuji let go of Song Qingshu, "I brought you some medicine, let's change the prescription tonight." After finishing speaking, he went to the kitchen to help serve the dishes.

Song Qingshu looked at his back very vigilantly, and had lingering fears about the fact that Zhang Wuji changed the prescription.

At night, when he was about to go to bed, Zhang Wuji personally brought in a bowl of dark concoction. Song Qingshu pushed it away with his hand, "Wait, wait, tell me first, which medicinal materials are used to cook this, every time How much is the medicinal herb?"

Zhang Wuji naturally knew what he was worried about, he smiled and felt a little embarrassed, "Didn't you use those medicines last time because you wanted to suppress the internal energy in your body, and now you don't need them, don't worry, this The bowl of medicine is absolutely fine, hurry up and drink it while it's hot."

Song Qingshu would be hypocritical if he didn't drink anymore, so he took the medicine bowl, poured it down, took the bowl to the kitchen, and lay down on the bed when he came back, "Go to sleep."

Zhang Wuji lay beside him, "Qing Shu, you just drank the medicine as if you were generous."

He still called Song Qingshu "Big Brother Song" in front of people, and would change the address to "Qingshu" when there were only the two of them. Song Qingshu got used to it, and he changed "Zhang Jiaozhu" to "Wuji" behind him. It's over.

Hearing Zhang Wuji's joke, he said, "Try it yourself, after being given the wrong medicine twice, you dare to drink it the third time? I'm pretty brave."

Zhang Wuji corrected, "What is the third time? You are drinking my medicine every day."

"I mean, when you change the prescription, there will be mistakes. Of course I'm not afraid of drinking a prescription every day."

What he said was the truth, Zhang Wuji blinked quietly, not bothering about it, lay down for a while and said, "I've been so annoying lately."

Song Qingshu was still asleep, and looked at him slightly, "What's wrong?"

"A few days ago, there was a lot of trouble down here. Brother Chang Yuchun killed a group of prisoners of war."

"Killed a group of prisoners of war?" Song Qingshu sighed and persuaded, "I know you have a good heart, but when the two armies confront each other, if you treat the enemy softly, you put your brother's life on the cusp of the storm. Killing people in war is justified, there is no way things, so everyone is praying for peace and prosperity.”

Zhang Wuji was silent, and suddenly said after a while, "He killed and surrendered."

Song Qingshu thought he didn't hear clearly, "What did you say he killed?"

"He killed surrenders and killed a large number of Zhang Shicheng's surrenders."

Song Qingshu took a breath. Since ancient times, there has been a saying that it is ominous to kill and surrender. Since the opponent has already surrendered, he should not kill again. Those who kill soldiers are cruel and tyrannical. They have always been scolded by the world. "How do you plan to deal with it?"

Zhang Wuji didn't answer, and after a while he said in a low voice, "It can't be dealt with."

Song Qingshu was speechless, fighting a war was no worse than arranging a lawsuit in the yamen, and he could handle it according to the laws and regulations. It is true that a general who has won a battle cannot be easily dealt with.

Zhang Wuji said softly again, "Brother Chang is kind to me, and he is also very righteous and heroic. He is a hero. In my heart, he has always been my big brother. Unfortunately, he will forget about it if he is red-eyed in a battle... Those soldiers who surrendered They were all Zhang Shicheng’s soldiers, they were Han people. They did not die in the great cause of rebelling against the Yuan Dynasty, but died in the internecine killing of the Han people themselves fighting for power and profit... They also have parents, brothers, wives and children in their families. Big brother Chang is my sworn brother, and he is a general in our army, so I let him go on a killing spree, I really feel ashamed..." I couldn't go on talking until now, these things have been pressing down in his heart, and the public I can't say it at the time, and I can't say much in front of the subordinates in the teaching. At this time, I couldn't help but confide.

The Wudang faction has always attached great importance to the word chivalry. Song Qingshu has always been fascinated by it. The concept of right and wrong in his heart is similar to that of Zhang Wuji. He understands his feelings very well. He reached out and patted Zhang Wuji on the shoulder. , as if he was the one who killed the two armies against the enemy."

"It can only be like this, what else can I do."

"What else have you been doing these days?"

"I rushed to Yingtian a few days ago and met Yu Tonghai, the commander of the navy... that man is quite interesting..."

"What kind of fun?"

"He used to do business without money on the water, but he was actually..."

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The two chatted casually for a while, Zhang Wuji's voice gradually lowered, Song Qingshu asked a question for a long time but didn't wait for an answer, and found that he was already asleep, so he smiled and shut up, lying down comfortably and fell asleep.

The next morning, it began to rain lightly, and the room was dimly lit.Aunt Niu put the breakfast on the small table by the window, because Zhang Wuji said that he would go back to Haozhou City later, and he still had some things to do, so he was very quick, busy serving hot porridge, pancakes, scrambled eggs, etc. Put on the table with a few pickles.

I took time out of my busy schedule to say, "Master, I was really careless enough to let you and Mr. Song sleep together for so long! There was no room in the previous residence, so there was no other way for you to sleep together. It’s spacious here, the west wing here has been empty all the time, I’ll go to the village’s carpenter Wang to make a big bed, put it in that room, and prepare a soft bedding, sir It will be comfortable to stay again.”

Zhang Wuji was drinking porridge, looked up and asked, "Why did you suddenly think of this?"

Aunt Niu laughed dryly, "I'm getting old, and I'm not careful in doing things. I just remembered this yesterday."

Zhang Wuji shook his hand, "Don't bother, I'm quite used to living with Big Brother Song." He turned his head and confirmed with Song Qingshu, "Right, Big Brother Song, we can talk at night by candlelight."

Song Qingshu was tearing a corner of a hot pancake, and said with a smile, "Yes, Master Zhang likes to talk at night by candlelight the most, every time he falls asleep in the middle of the talk, the sleep is so sweet."

Zhang Wuji blushed, "I've been too tired lately, talking to you last night made me feel better, so I fell asleep faster, not every time."

Aunt Niu still wanted to insist, "It's not troublesome at all, and it can be done in two or three days."

"It's really unnecessary." Zhang Wuji finished eating in three mouthfuls and stood up, "Brother Song, I'm leaving."

When I went out, I found that Aunt Niu was still following behind me, and asked, "Aunt Niu, what else do you want?"

"Master, I," Aunt Niu looked at him carefully, "I'm still afraid that you won't be able to sleep well at night. It doesn't take much to clean up the room. I'll..."

Zhang Wuji waved his hand to stop her, "No, you don't have to worry about this."

Aunt Niu didn't dare to say any more, she lowered her head and replied, "Yes, this subordinate knows." Seeing Zhang Wuji put on his coir raincoat and get on his horse, she went back to the room silently, worrying secretly, what should I do.

She single-handedly took care of Song Qingshu for more than a year, caring and caring for him. This young man is smart and polite, handsome and modest. The more she looks at him, the more she likes him. She almost wants to take care of Song Qingshu as her own son, so she really doesn't want to just sit and watch He was in an embarrassing and shameful situation.